I wake up in the middle of the night, disoriented and in need of the bathroom. I pull the thin sheet that's draped over the lower half of my body away and prop myself into a sitting position. Swinging my legs out of bed, I glance over at the alarm clock on the bedside table. Almost 1am. I haven't even been asleep for very long. With a yawn, I manage to get myself up on my feet, and stretch. I run my hand over my bare chest for a moment, rubbing feeling back into my sleep-starved body.
The night is warm, so there was no need to wear much to bed, just a pair of plain black boxers. I look down at the slight tent that's present there, caused by my state of semi-arousal. I try to think if I'd been having any dreams, but can't focus my thoughts. I give myself a quick squeeze, before heading to the bedroom door. Only, the door isn't there. That can't be right. I place my hands on the wall, and rest my forehead against it, trying to figure out where the doorway could have gone.
Oh, right. My bedroom door isn't there because this isn't my bedroom. Yes. I'm on vacation, staying in a holiday apartment with my son, Sam, and his boyfriend, Casey. Everything comes back to me now. I spin around and head to the ensuite bathroom, close to where I had been trying to get through the wall. I'm glad no one was around to see that momentary lapse of intelligence. I'm alone because my wife died when Sam was very young, courtesy of a drunk-driver. It's just been the two of us ever since, and for much of the last year, Casey too.
I haven't been completely alone for all these years, but I decided against ever having a long-term girlfriend again, instead leaving a string of one night stands behind me, whenever I get the urge. I'm much happier focusing my attention on my son, making sure he doesn't miss out on a thing, not having a mother. The one good thing to come from her death is that Sam and I have a great relationship. He never hides anything from me, tells me everything and never hesitates to ask me about anything that might be on his mind.
I made a point to always be completely honest with him, so that he would always feel comfortable coming to me. And he did. He was never embarrassed to ask me about things like puberty, girls, masturbation and sex, evening asking me if I could buy him some condoms, for when he was going to have sex for the first time. Before he met Casey, he'd been exclusively into girls. He'd had a few relationships with girls that had lasted a few months each. He'd been the one to end them all, though. But he could never really put into words why. His girlfriends had all been nice enough, and he'd assured me the sex was fantastic, which, I'd admitted, I could already tell, since the walls of our house aren't the thickest, and Sam isn't the quietest boy in the world. The best he could come up with was he'd never been able to connect with any of them, beyond a physical level.
And then Casey had transferred to his school, just after he'd started 11th grade. Sam was instantly smitten with him, and had come home from school that day, telling me all about the boy whose name he hadn't even known. It didn't take long for Sam to strike up a friendship with him, which had always been so easy for him. Being such a confident, happy young man, he was never short of friends. The fact he was attractive didn't hurt either, I'm sure. As their friendship grew, so too did Sam's feelings for him, which he'd put on the line one night when he admitted to Casey how he felt. Luckily for him, Casey felt the same and their relationship had blossomed, with the two of them becoming inseparable.
They kept their relationship secret to the world, though. Sam said he was happy to come out, but Casey was worried how his parents would react, not to mention the other kids in their class. So they'd decided to keep it between the two of them. And me, of course. Casey had been nervous around me to start with, once Sam told him I already knew about their relationship, but I did my best to put him at ease and eventually he'd become more relaxed, enough to be comfortable with Sam kissing him in front of me.
So after that, Casey had pretty much become a permanent fixture of our house, where they're free to do whatever. Hug, kiss, hold hands. Make up for time lost at school, Sam said, where he finds it so hard to keep his hands off Casey, especially when other guys openly kiss their girlfriends. Sometimes they retreat to Sam's room for more privacy. I don't need to know what goes on in there, but I have a fairly good idea.
When I floated the idea of taking a vacation by Sam, he was initially excited by the idea, but then he'd looked troubled. Realizing if we went away, he'd have to leave Casey behind. I knew he'd have this reaction, so I was already planning on inviting Casey to come with us. Still, I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy Sam offering to do extra chores, make dinner every night for a month, wash my car for a whole year, if I'd just let Casey come with us. I'd told Sam, of course Casey was coming with us, but dinner every now and then would be nice.
So here we are, after an extremely long drive, full of music, car games and general chit chat, staying in a two bedroom apartment, up on the top floor of a 5 storey building, right across the road from the beach. The boys are in heaven, being keen swimmers they've been spending pretty much every day down on the sand and in the water. Sam is especially happy, since Casey is comfortable enough for a little public display of affection.
After emptying my bladder, I stand in front of the bathroom mirror, taking in my reflection. I look terrible. Some people are blessed enough to look flawless when they wake up. Not me. My short black hair is matted to my head in some spots, and sticking up in others, my green eyes looked glazed over, with dark circles underneath. And I haven't shaved for a couple of days, so the stubble adds to the whole disheveled look. It's time's like these I feel older than I am. Having a 17 year old son does that to me too sometimes. Sam came along when I was only 18 years old myself. I had freaked out a little at the news, but the second he was born all my fears evaporated. Good thing, too, since it was only 2 years later his mother died.
I straighten up in the mirror, shaking the thoughts from my head, examining my body. On a regular day, once I've had a proper nights sleep, I'm quite attractive. Not to sound full of myself or anything. I stay in shape by working out almost every day, getting into the gym when I can. I absent- mindedly trace the outline of my abs with my fingers, letting a small smile form on my face. I keep this up for a few minutes, before I decide I need a drink before heading back to bed. I'm not fond of drinking water straight from a tap, so a trip to the kitchen is in order.
Leaving the ensuite, I make my way slowly down the hallway towards the kitchen, passing Sam and Casey's room. It's got two single beds in it, but I don't believe for a second that both beds are actually being used. The room is quiet as I pass, so I figure they both must be asleep. It's not til I get to the end of the hallway and start to turn the corner that I hear a noise. I step into the lounge room. Just to the left is the small kitchen area. Directly ahead of me is the balcony. That's when I see them.
Sam and Casey. On the balcony. Completely naked. Having sex. I instinctively duck back round the corner, hoping they didn't see me. Not something I was expecting to stumble onto in the middle of the night. I tell myself to go back to my room, go back to bed, leave them to it. But another part of me wants to stay, to have another look. No surprises what part that is. As if to prove it's in control, my cock starts stiffening in my boxers.
Making sure I stay in the shadows, I slowly move back to the corner and stick my head round. They've got the outdoor light switched on, but it's not bright, casting a soft glow over the two of them. There are no other buildings nearby, so they don't need to worry about being seen. Sam is sitting on one of the long padded deck chairs, with the back at about a 45 degree angle. Casey is straddling his hips, both hands planted on Sam's chest. The position of the chair gives me a perfect view of the two of them form the side.
So many conflicting thoughts are running through my head. This is my son. I'm watching my son and his boyfriend, in a private, intimate moment. Not only that, but I'm rock hard. Is it just from the pure voyeurism of watching two people having sex? Or is it because one of them is my son, and I know how wrong it is to be watching him? I close my eyes and try to push the thoughts away, I'll deal with the guilt later.
I open my eyes, to take in the scene before me once again. Casey has a steady rhythm going, slightly raising and lowering his body with a circular motion while Sam guides him with his hands on his hips. His movements cause soft moans to escape from both their lips and because it's such a still, quiet night, the sound carries easily. Sam runs his hand up and down Casey's sides, caressing his sleek athletic frame, while Casey's thumbs gently massage Sam's nipples.
Both boys are on the school's swim team, so it comes as no surprise to me that they've both got incredible bodies, having seen the two of them clad in nothing more than a pair of Speedos many times in the past. What does come as a surprise though is the size of Casey's cock. Having never seen him fully naked before, I had no idea he was packing such a monster in his pants. From my position across the room, my best estimate would be that he's got to be close to a full 8 inches.
From the number of times I've seen Sam naked at home, either walking back to his room from the shower, since nudity isn't really an issue for us, or from the few times I've accidentally walked in on him masturbating, I know his cock sits at about 6.5 inches, a good, decent size, especially for a boy his age. But next to Casey, he'd be dwarfed. Hell, I'd be dwarfed next to Casey, being only about half an inch bigger than Sam myself. You'd think with a cock that size, he'd be the dominant one, but that role falls to Sam.
Thinking about it, if you were to meet Sam and Casey for the first time and they told you they were a couple, just by looking at them you'd assume Casey was the 'man' of the relationship. With his dark brown hair he keeps cut short, his natural tan coloured skin, and strong jaw line, he looks the way you'd picture when you think of men in general. Sam, on the other hand, likes keeping his black hair shaggy to the point where it would definitely cover his eyes if he didn't keep it swept to the side, his skin is lighter in complexion compared to Casey and his soft facial features keep him looking boyish. So for people to see them the way I'm seeing them now, it would probably come as a shock.
Watching them now, I'm fascinated with the way Casey's cock sticks straight out from his body, almost completely horizontally. It makes a change from the way mine, and Sam's, stick straight up, almost coming to a rest against our stomachs. I watch as it bounces up and down with the movement of his body. Almost transfixed, I let my hand slip into my boxers, grasping my own cock and gently begin to stroke.
Sam slides his hands down Casey's body to his hips, and then moves them around so that he's cupping his ass. Slowly, he starts to lift Casey up and away from his waist and there it is, my sons cock. Clad in a condom, it's hard as a rock, looking just a bit bigger than the last time I saw it and I watch as it slips free of Casey, slapping against his stomach. He continues to lift Casey, pushing him into a kneeling position, and then he pulls Casey closer to him, while he starts to lean forward.
I watch as Sam flashes a grin up at Casey, before wrapping his lips around the head of his cock. This is a new image for me, my son with another guys cock in his mouth. Casey grabs the back of the chair with both hands, letting out a sigh of pleasure as Sam begins to work as much of his cock into his mouth as possible. He doesn't choke, so it's obvious that this isn't the first time he's done this. As if I had any doubt.
Sam moves his head back and forth along Casey's cock, sometimes taking his mouth away, to run his tongue over the tip, before plunging his lips around it again and taking it in as far as he can. I have to admit, I'm pretty impressed with his ability. Lesser guys would be gagging on it. Casey moans with delight as Sam starts to move more rapidly. While Casey moves his hips back and forth, Sam lets his right hand slip down Casey's ass, down the back of his leg and then he reaches across to grab his own cock, lying hard and neglected.
Sam starts to work his fist up and down his shaft, gliding with ease over his condom. I increase my own pace, blown away by how turned on I am by all of this. I feel like I could easily shoot my load right now, but I want to wait. To time it so I climax with them. I hear Sam moan, though the sound is muffled by Casey's cock. Casey has straightened up now, gripping Sam's head in his hands, letting his fingers run through his mass of hair, tilting his own head back as Sam continues devouring his cock.
"I'm close, Sammy, oh god I'm close" I hear Casey whisper. Sam lets Casey slip out of his mouth, as he starts to lower himself back down to Sam's waiting cock. Sam holds it steady while Casey positions himself, easing down on to it. Once settled, he starts to lean right back, bracing himself on his arms, with his hands near Sam's feet.
"You ready?" asks Sam. Casey nods in reply, and Sam starts to slowly thrust his hips up into Casey. His cock, sticking straight out like a flag pole, begins to bounce around again, as Sam starts to move faster. Casey closes his eyes, his muscles tense as he takes my sons pounding. Sam moans louder now, beyond caring if anyone can hear him. They're sounds I'm quite familiar with. Casey's moans join Sam's, as Sam reaches for Casey's cock with his hand, jerking it up and down, bringing him ever closer to an orgasm.
"Oh man, oh man, oh... oh fuck!" Casey cries, giving in to his desire. Sam lets go of his cock, so he can use his arms to give himself better leverage as he mercilessly fucks Casey as hard as he can. The noise they're making is so loud now, I could probably call out to them and they wouldn't even hear me.
"Fuck Sam, I'm..I'm" Casey starts but it's no use, his speech is overtaken by moans as he shoots his load. It's quite a sight to behold. His cock flailing wildly in the air from Sam's fucking, causing his thick ropes of cum to go flying all over the place, splashing down on his chest, on Sam's chest, o the chair, on the ground, I'm pretty sure some even lands in Sam's hair.
Sam's movements become desperate now, fucking with every last ounce of energy he's got. I can see all his muscles tighten up and I know he's seconds away from cumming. The reality hits me, I'm about to watch my son have an orgasm, something I never thought I'd see in a million years.
"I'm gonna blow, Case" he grunts, thrusting as deeply as he can. He throws his head back and lets out a long loud cry of pleasure as he finally blows his load, deep inside Casey's ass. And that's all the time I need, as I completely let go and feel myself gushing inside my boxers. I bite down on my lip to stop myself from making any noise as I let the pleasure wash over me. I feel my hot cum, coating my hand, my cock slick with it as I continue stroking, milking every last drop, making this moment last as long as I can.
Sam still has his head back, his mouth hanging open as his body continues bucking up into Casey. Both boys are covered in sweat, Sam especially. Droplets cascade down his body, mixing with Casey's cum. Casey pushes himself back up so he's sitting upright again, before lifting himself off Sam and lying down on his side next to him. As Sam tries to catch his breath, Casey picks up his softening cock and starts to pull the condom off, now swollen with cum.
"Quite a load" Casey smiles and Sam let's out an exhausted laugh, wiping sweat from his forehead. Cum drips out from the bottom of the condom as Casey yanks it off, leaving Sam's cock slick with his juice. Instead of dropping it to the ground, Casey places it along Sam's chest, drawing a questioning look from him. Casey just shrugs and both boys start to laugh, before Sam plants his mouth on Casey's, pulling him into a passionate kiss. Casey climbs back on top of him, stretching out along his length, their chests pressed together, once again getting lost in each other.
I decide this is a good time to leave, slowly making my way back up the hall to my bedroom. I step into the ensuite, closing the door behind me and discard my soaking boxers on the floor. I grab a couple of tissues and wipe up the cum, from my cock, my balls and my thighs. I look into the mirror, at the reflection of a man who just watched his son have sex. Not only that, but got off on it too, big time. I know it was the wrong thing to do, but at the same time, it felt so right. Mixed in with the feelings of guilt, I can feel a twinge of pride, for my son, for the pleasure he felt and for the pleasure he gave to Casey. For the fine young man he's grown into.
I leave the ensuite and climb back into bed, slipping under the covers naked. I replay the night in my head and can already feel myself getting hard again. I let my hand wander under the sheet and absent-mindedly fondle myself. I'm not going to feel bad about watching him. I'm going to pretend like it never happened. Except for the times when I'm alone in my bed, with nothing but my thoughts for company.